Page 54 of Niko's Printsessa

“Be a good sex slave and ride that dick.”

I slide up and down the dildo and I can’t think, all I do is feel, and it feels glorious. Niko’s hand presses on my lower back and I’m so far gone that he easily slides his finger into my forbidden hole, sinking in as I ride the dildo.

“Look at you taking that while I finger your ass. I’m going to add another one, Baby. You just worry about how good that dick feels. Fuck, you’re soaking it with your greedy cunt.”

He slides two fingers into my ass and the pressure hurts for a second, but the pain quickly turns to pleasure. “Niko! Master! It feels so good.”

“Fuck me, you look so good.”

I need him. “Please!”

Any restraint he was clinging to evaporates and he quickly removes the dildo, unties me and slams his cock into me, my chest falling into the mattress. “Bec, Baby.”

I chuckle and moan as he fills me whole, “No more sex slave and master?”

“I’m always your master, but right now, it’s me and you. Niko and Becca. Now let me fuck you.”

“Yes!”

His fingers grip my hips, holding me in place as he fucks me. It’s brutal and just how I want it. I want to feel all of him, every inch. I want him to fuck me hard. I want him to break me. Every nerve in my body is awake, alive, needy. Needy for his huge cock slamming into my pussy. After so many years of one-night-stands and emptiness, he’s awakened something inside of me. A darkness, a filthy hunger for this unforgiving man.

He’s just as broken as me, but somehow our jagged pieces fuse together, the dark corners smoothing until the fractures are invisible and they're transformed into something else. Something powerful.

He wraps his large Bratva hands around my throat and squeezes lightly. My body instantly arches into him, wanting more.

“You like me fucking you with my hands wrapped around your throat.”

I can only moan. All words have left me, I’m barely coherent, wrapped up in a lustful hunger. I can feel the tight coiling in my core and I’m so close, all I can think about is chasing the release I so desperately need.

His velvety dark words vibrate deep inside me. “When you come, I’m going to squeeze tight, but trust me to give you what you need. I’ll take care of you, and when you come, you’re going to come harder than you’ve ever experienced.”

He’s already sent me to new heights each time he connects with my body. “Oh God. Yes.”

“You won’t be able to speak so hit the bed if you need me to stop.”

I manage a nod and his pace quickens with each brutal thrust, hitting me deeper each time, shooting sparks of pleasure through me. His thumb buried in my ass adds to the sensations and his palm loosely clasping my throat is a promise of what’s to come.

My orgasm is just breaths away as words tumble from my mouth, begging for more, harder.

“Niko! Oh! I’m ….”

His hands squeeze my throat, just as my orgasm hits it’s precipice, and I’m falling over the edge into a never ending orgasm. My muscles convulse around his cock as my vision blurs and white-hot bliss ripples through me. Even if he wasn’t cutting off my airway I’ve forgotten how to breath. I can feel him falling with me his roar vibrating against my shoulder and the hot pulse of his seed coats my insides. He releases my throat and I collapse on the bed with his sweaty body embracing mine. He rolls tohis back but still needing skin on skin, his hand holds my hip protectively as we both gasp for oxygen.

His chest heaves, “That was amazing.”

I turn on my side so I can trace his tattoos on his glistening chest. “I’ve never wanted a prince or knight in shining armor.”

“What?”

“All those years ago when you said you couldn’t give me the fairytale I wanted. You were so wrong. This is my fairytale. A strong, powerful warrior. A tatted Russian killer who will slice my enemy without a second thought.”

“You say the word.”

I chuckle. “Someone strong enough to handle me, but who will also love me.”

“Fuck yes I’ll handle you. You have no idea.”

I roll my eyes, “I’m trying to be serious.”

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